I'm Anxious and Also Feel Like I Packed Too Many Shirts

by Liza


Ugh. Feels like we've been planning this forever. Actually it just feels like we've been trying to name this blog forever. But things are happening. We leave in 9 hours and fly 13 more from LA to Auckland, NZ. (Don't worry, I have melatonin spray + backup unmarked "sleeping pills" wrapped in foil that someone gave me). We have a renter. We made keys. We (mostly) did our taxes. When I look back on this moment, I imagine I'll probably feel just like the anorexic chick in Drop Dead Gorgeous. I'll take a deep, labored breath from my Vietnamese hospital bed and think: I was ready.